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"You are most definitely welcome." He's just going to grin and then make a move to walk away.
Scott glowers after the older wolf’s retreating figure; he might also attempt to throw a pillow at him because words don’t seem to be enough right now.
"You're ridiculous, you know that?" There hasn't been any kind of event to cause these words, but Derek still says it.
“—Thanks, Derek.” He doesn’t know what brought that on – or if it was anything at all – but there are notes of sarcasm in the younger wolf’s voice.
"I just really want to get this over with." He's still whining, though he does perk up slightly at the fact that if they can convince Stiles this is real, maybe he'll do some research. "Can you ask your mom though?"
“—You do realize if I start to randomly ask my Mom about morning sickness remedies, she’s going to ask why I am? Or worse, she’ll assume I got some girl pregnant.” And since Melissa knew about he and Allison’s break-up, it wouldn’t be her. “But I’ll give her a call,” He resigns, because he wants to help. Grabbing up the phone, he dials his Mom’s cell, she’s at work.
"This is ridiculous. I can't keep anything down and I would really like to have a meal without it coming back up five minutes later!" And now he's whining cause it's been weeks already. Arms cross over his chest, a barely there pout on his lips.
In all the time he’s known Derek Hale – he’s never heard the older wolf whine before. He’s not sure what to make of it. “—Might have to pull a Stiles.” He murmurs to mostly himself, though Derek will catch it. “Don’t pout, Der, we’ll figure something out.”
He doesn't stumble into Scott's room via the window; it's a graceful entrance. Plus, Derek just spent the last thirty minutes puking. Cut him some slack. "If you know how to stop morning sickness, tell me." It's quite possible that is a demand.
Scott blinks at the sudden entrance of the other male; grabbing for him – he eases Derek down on the bed and leaves him to rest there for now. “Do I look like someone who would know about that? I’d ask my Mom, but…” That’d get him questions, he’s sure. Rubbing the back of his neck, he’s not sure what to do.
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Scott: I miss you.
Okay, so there's still five hours to go where I'm at, but. HAPPY FREAKIN' BIRTHDAY, MICHAEL! Hope you enjoy your day and all that good stuff, you wonderful person. <3
Well there's still like 15 hours until I was actually born so it's fine haha. THANK YOU! It should be a pretty good day, and it means I get moneyyyy so I get to go and spend that soon.
